All Chapters of When Destiny Brings A Second Chance Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sovia’s POV“Sovia! Wake up!” A soft voice echoed inside my head. “You have to fight!”My eyes snapped open, expecting to see the person speaking, but there was nothing. The room was quiet. Not a single soul in sight. A sharp scent of herbs and medicine twirled through my senses. “How did I get here?” I mumbled, pressing against the side of my head. A low ache formed.Slowly, everything started coming back. Assassins from Darkraven had come after me. Prince Zadekiah saved me. And the way he stared at me—that murderous smirk—made my insides curl up nervously.The door opened. Lydia came inside holding a tray of food. Her red hair was knotted up into a ponytail, and she was dressed formally. “You’re awake. Good. I was beginning to lose faith in those healers.”I stared at her blankly as she came beside me. “How are you feeling now?”I narrowed my eyes at the dish. My mouth watered. They were all my favorites. How did she know?“I’m fine,” I said, sitting up as Lydia r

Sovia’s POV“Ahhh!”A loud scream tore from my throat as something that felt like a knife plunged into my skin.Lydia jolted, her voice filled with alarm when I clenched my arm. “Sovia!” She jerked me once. Then twice. “What is going on? Are you okay? Talk to me.”The pain bloomed even more, like a pull drawing me in. It crept slowly.Heat fanned the burner at the top of my ear. If my mother was nearby, I might have assumed this was her doing. But this pain was nothing like hers. It didn’t just cut. It stung… hard.Lydia pulled me in, taking my arm, and that was when I noticed the carvings. I looked closely and realised it was more like digits. Lydia brushed her thumb over the spot, staring at me with concern. “Are you okay? There’s nothing here.”“You can’t see it.”Lydia blinked. “See what?”My gaze sharpened at the sight. Vanessa fidgeted, and if Lydia wasn’t holding me, I would have pulled her close before she twisted her fingers. From the looks they were giving me, they

Sovia’s POV “You look beautiful.” Janova beamed the moment I stepped out from the car, parked right outside a fancy boutique. Only elites of society shopped here. In my past life, when I saw the wedding dress I got from Veil—the name of the brand—I was too stunned to speak. So grateful and touched, I burst into tears because I thought Janova cared. Now it was no different, only this time he was accompanying me himself. Today, without any memories of the past, what was going to happen today? Janova’s hand was stretched out, those dark eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to reach his side. I did, though my footsteps slowed for just a moment before I walked past him. “Sovia!” Janova groaned from behind, already trying to match my pace. “Why are you acting this way?” I didn’t respond. He snatched my arm—hard—pulling me to his side and resting a hand on my shoulder. “You should be grateful. I’m volunteering to be here for you. A prince, offering to serve you himself pers

SOVIA'S POVHas your life ever been so miserable that you prayed for death? Well, I have.In my past life, when things in my family got overwhelming and I couldn’t disappoint my mother, I secretly prayed for the moon goddess to take my life. But each time I woke up, it was still the same damn reality.The first time I saw Janova, all he brought me was peace. His calm soothed my wolf in ways no one has ever done. But that also turned out to be a joke. And it cost me everything.A tear slid from the corner of my eye as I stared at the man in front of me—Prince Zadekiah. At least if I died by his hands, Janova and Blossom wouldn’t win.A low chuckle rumbled from my mouth as I felt Zadekiah’s grip tighten, cutting off the air. His gray eyes highlighted with the shimmering glow from his wolf.He had the most beautiful eyes and seeing them so up close, I couldn’t help but wonder where I had seen them before.Tears slid down my cheeks and thumped onto Zadekiah’s hand. His throat di

Zadekiah’s POV “Lady Blossom is waiting at the main hall.” Isaac announced. I didn’t respond. The pencil continued to stretch through lines of the portrait in front of me. In this fucking reality, this was one of the few things that gave me comfort. Isaac stepped closer over the desk, his voice dropping low. Not wanting to disturb the moment, he whispered, “Your Highness…” “I heard you the first time, Isaac.” Cutting him off, the room fell back into silence. Sovia was getting married to the man of her dreams the fucking golden prince of Babel. My hand clutched the pencil. I groaned. No doubt she was already marching down the aisle with her bouquet of roses, looking ethereal like she was never meant to walk this earth. “Your Highness, are you really not going to attend the wedding? The royal family will not be pleased.” “Do I look like I care?” I paused, arching a brow at Isaac. His head fell, both hands crossed behind his back. I resumed my sketch. Anyone would